(Person A - Omega
Person B - Alpha
AC - A peice of clothing that belongs to person A
BS - Person B's favorite scent/smell
AS - Person A's favorite scent/smell)

The world evolved from alphas sniffing out their mates or just grabbing the first Omega that they seen. The world decided to make services for omegas having a hard time finding an alpha.

Omega matchmaking housing, or OMH, is a housing place for omegas to find their alpha or an alpha that matches them well.

It was a nice place to stay at. The rent was cheap, food was delicious, and amenities were amazing. Also, matchmakers / psychiatrist try their best to find the perfect Alpha for omegas. They care.

(PA)'s life consisted of matchmaking interviews, where he would create his profile to seek out the Perfect Mate. OMH also had fun activities for omegas there and  private meeting rooms for Alphas that match their interests with an Omega. (PA) has been in OMH for a year and three months. There have been omegas who have been here for four years, it was a scary thought. Maybe (PA) didn't match with any Alpha, maybe he's a rare one.

(PA) didn't want to think like that. He still had hope that maybe, just maybe, his Alpha is just around the corner.

(PA) was in the cafeteria when he was suddenly called to the matching office. He abandoned his food it's made his way to that section of OMH.

When he got there, a woman asked him if he had a piece of clothing for them to borrow. She said it was for his scent profile. (PA), after thinking a bit, decided to hand over his (AC). He then returned to the cafeteria to finish his food.

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(PB) was done with this OMH shit. He just finished a date with another Omega who just didn't work out with him. It's been months and he was thinking about just barging in there and sniffing out his Omega himself.

(PB) almost busted down the door to the OMH customer services office. A young lady at the front desk jumped and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Oh hello, (PB)! How did your date with Allah go?" She asked kindly. She looks startled when the alpha made his way over to her and glared at her.

"It didn't work out! Again!" (PB) huffed. The woman looked sad.

"Oh I'm sorry. We can try out your next match up-"

"All of these matches have been failures!" (PB) said in an upset tone. The woman started stuttering out explanations and excuses, but (PB) wasn't listening. He smelt something, (BS). It was his favorite smell and made him calm down immediately.

"What's that smell?" The alpha asked while sniffing the air. The woman looked confused as he walked around then reached behind her desk. She tried to tell him to stop but (PB) had already picked up the (AC). He sniffed it then sighed dreamily.

"Who does this belong to?" The alpha asked while holding the (AC) close. The woman blinked, even more confused.

"Ah... that belongs to one of the omegas here." She said slowly. (PB) nodded.

"I want a date with that Omega, no one else." He said with a joyful smile. The woman looked shocked, but nodded anyways.

"I'll set it up." She watched him walk away with (PA)'s (AC) and groaned. She picked up the phone and called the schedulers.

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(PA) walked through the halls of OMH to the meeting section where omega's and Alpha's date and get to know each other better.

(PA) was told that there was a change and he was being put with an alpha who wasn't in his matchups. It was weird, but he trusted them.

An amazing smell of (AS) filled his nose as he entered their private room. Sitting there was an alpha that had the amazing scent on him. Was this his Perfect Alpha?

Continue~~